Take all your pills and divide them By color & size Take all your problems and advise them That everything's fine Since you ran away you've been beating Your habits to death But if you were to stay would you feed them This white happiness
Nobody wants to harm you When you're outside But it's hard to believe When everyone's killing time Somebody knows That you're not laughing
Take all your pills and divide them By number and might Take all your problems chastise them Because everything's fine Since you've ran away you've been beating Those ladders instead But if you were to stay would you feed them With violence
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